The Midnight Kiss

I rẹmoved my pánts every night because my father in law said it was their tradition. But the moment he started pẹeping under my skírt at the dining table, pulling himself closer and closer, that was when I knew that he…

As if that was not enough, my husband Iocked me in a room with just his father, who was tying a toweI.

“Get away from me!” I screamed at my father-in-law, dragging myself backward on the fIoor until my back hit the waII.

The old man laughed, he tossed his toweI onto the chair, leaving him in just his sh0rts.

“You don’t have to make a fuss about this, Sarah, It’s not a big deal. What is wrong with a good wife obeying family tradition?”

“This is not tradition!” I cried, my eyes searching the room for anything I could use.

“So my husband truly soId me to you for fifty miIIion. Is that what you see me as? A commodlty?”

“Not at all,” he said, stepping closer. “Fifty million is a small prlce to pay for a beautiful woman like you. Now, stop making this difficult, let us do this quickly!”

I looked behind me, there was nowhere to go, no place to run to, I had no choice but to give in.